Jasmine Yale, filled with anger, slammed the car door open with a "bang" and left immediately!
Her eyes were full of fury!
She walked away, gradually distancing herself.
Elder Axel sighed, shaking his head: "Young women today really have a temper. They dare to lose their temper in any situation, not even considering who they're lashing out at."
"Even rabbits can bite sharply." Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
"How can Miss Yale speak like this." Elder Axel thought it was too much and unbecoming of a young lady. Talking about "infertility," she was shameless.
"Drive."
"Yes, Mr. Cheney."
Elder Axel withdrew his gaze and settled back into the driver's seat.
The cramped space inside the car was still filled with the warm aroma of sobering tea, lingering around Sylvan Cheney's nose.
The black Maybach slowly drove away into the night.
In the neighborhood, Jasmine Yale had no choice but to pour out the sobering tea, wasting Butler Santana's thoughtful gesture.
Living room.
